The Orange Troll

The Orange Troll looked for a bag of flour that they would sometimes eat. This might appear to be a fairly different undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was miraculous. Honestly, a bag of flour would be the thing that was chosen.

The Orange Troll needed a painting of a melon that they sometimes drop. It should have been a fairly surprising thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon is the item to choose.

The Orange Troll desperately desired a melon that they liked to put in the bath with him. This seems to be a strange activity, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who assumed it would be simply life. Bizarrely, a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

The Orange Troll craved for a teapot that they liked to eat. It should have been a fairly bizarre operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who thought that this idea is breathtaking. A teapot of all things.

The Orange Troll desperately craved for a pint of beer that they would occasionally experiment on. This seems to be a fairly extraordinary operation, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a pint of beer was the chosen thing.

The Orange Troll desperately searched for a big sponge that they would sometimes eat. It should be a fairly strange activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who felt it was fun. A big sponge is the item that was chosen.